Gail Carriger
- Country : United States
- Profession :Writer
- DOB: 1976-05-04
Gail Carriger, an imaginative author born in Bolinas, California, writes captivating steampunk and urban fantasy novels. Best known for her “Parasol Protectorate” series, blending Victorian-era settings with supernatural elements, Carriger crafts intricate plots featuring strong heroines navigating whimsical worlds filled with vampires, werewolves, and intriguing mysteries. Her works, including “Soulless” and “Etiquette & Espionage,” have gained wide acclaim for their unique blend of humor, romance, and paranormal intrigue. Carriger’s inventive storytelling, coupled with her ability to intricately weave historical details with fantastical elements, has earned her a dedicated following among fantasy and steampunk literature enthusiasts.
Rue gave a little mental sigh. No one would ever describe her as deadly attractive. She brightened a bit. Perhaps she could aspire to just deadly?
Author: Gail CarrigerThat’s a very murky position, objected Felix.
“So’s the weather. But this is England, we must learn to live with uncertainty.”
How was I to know idiocy was only a temporary condition, especially in your case? It never has been before!
Author: Gail CarrigerBut I don’t want to be a vampire drone.’ Sophronia winced. ‘They’ll suck my blood and make me wear only the very latest fashions.
Author: Gail CarrigerHis eyes are peculiar. There is nothing in them, like an eclair without the cream filling. It’s wrong, lack of cream.
Author: Gail CarrigerIvy Hisselpenny was the unfortunate victim of circumstances that dictated she be only-just-pretty, only-just-wealthy, and possessed of a terrible propensity for wearing extremely silly hats.
Author: Gail CarrigerLady Maccon cogitated. She would like to encourage this new spirit of social-mindedness. If Felicity needed anything in her life, it was a cause. Then she might stop nitpicking everyone else.
Author: Gail CarrigerAnd the three ladies, as is often the case when women of sense serve tea to men of passion, prevailed.
Author: Gail CarrigerHe nuzzled in at her neck kissing and licking her softly just below her ear. “Just a moment ” he said. “I need a small reminder that you are here you are whole and you are mine.”
Author: Gail CarrigerJust because history says it isn’t possible doesn’t mean that there aren’t exceptions.
Author: Gail CarrigerLyall had spent centuries nibbling about the great layered cake that was polite society while Lord Akeldama acted the part of the frosting on its top.
Author: Gail CarrigerHe wants to know why my marks aren’t better. Why I don’t speak fluent French. Why I can’t kill a fully grown man with a nutcracker.
Author: Gail CarrigerAs much as she was enjoying it, Dimity would always rather talk about reading than actually read.
Author: Gail CarrigerI hate missing everything. That’s why I want to marry well and be a grand lady. Then I can host all the parties, all the time, and see everything that is going on always. How can you stand not knowing?
Author: Gail CarrigerFalling out of the sky was one thing, but doing so for unknown reasons was quite unacceptable. Having
Author: Gail CarrigerIt didn’t feel sporting to shoot at a crazy person, even if that person was a vampire who’d agreed to the job.
Author: Gail CarrigerPlease don’t. When you think about things, Sophronia, they only get more complicated. This thing between us could be so very easy, if you let it.
Author: Gail CarrigerThey decided the mummy would be unwrapped, for the titillation of the ladies, just after dinner.
Author: Gail CarrigerIt had taken her a good deal of time before she believed that she was worth all that fierce affection he lavished upon her. To have it stolen away unjustly was that much more cruel.
Author: Gail CarrigerHow was I to know idiocy was only a temporary condition, especially in your case? It never has been before!
Author: Gail CarrigerSome of the young ladies even ate the salmon without concern to vital humors – when everyone knew colored fish flesh could bring on an attack of hysteria.
Author: Gail CarrigerAlec didn’t normally consider himself a violent man, but sometimes, arms simply needed to be removed.
Author: Gail CarrigerIt’s all very well to be an intellectual, but one shouldn’t let other see. That’s embarrassing.t
Author: Gail CarrigerIf there is gossip to be garnered, garner it. If there are new dress styles to be imitated, imitate them. If there are hearts to be broken, break them. That’s my girls.
Author: Gail CarrigerFelix Mersey might be the cream of the aristocracy, but in the boiler room Soap was undisputed king – grimy empire though it might be
Author: Gail CarrigerMany gentleman were unable to cope with abundant chatter, which is why they so often married it.
Author: Gail CarrigerYou have been fraternizing with warewolves overmuch! Military men can be terribly bad for one’s verbal concatenation!
Author: Gail CarrigerThese things, regrettably, are bound to occur when one is married and befriended.
Author: Gail CarrigerLaughter is healing and helpful and fun, and I see my role as an entertainer, and I want readers to leave my books smiling.
Author: Gail CarrigerWith a resigned shrug, she screamed and collapsed into a faint. She stayed resolutely fainted, despite the liberal application of smelling salts, which made her eyes water most tremendously, a cramp in the back of one knee, and the fact that her new ball gown was getting most awfully wrinkled.
Author: Gail CarrigerThese feelings you engender in me, my lord, are most indelicate. You should stop causing them immediately.
Author: Gail CarrigerAlexia had spent long hours wondering over that mustache. Werewolves did not grow hair, as they did not age. Where had it come from? Had he always had it? For how many centuries had his poor abused upper lip labored under the burden of such vegetation?
Author: Gail CarrigerAs if being a former vampire drone in a werewolf household were not shocking enough, the maid then opened her mouth and proved that she was also, quite reprehensibly, French.
Author: Gail CarrigerAfter a moment’s consideration, she switched to the spot next to Pillover and attempted to read over his shoulder, ignoring his faint goaty smell. All boys smell of goat.
Author: Gail CarrigerIt looks like you managed to build your own pack, anyway, my dear. A parasol protectorate, perhaps one might say.
Author: Gail CarrigerThere are words to describe her, my dear, but one does not repeat them in polite company.
Author: Gail CarrigerI suppose that saves us from having to determine what to do with a butler who goes around killing people. It certainly reflects badly upon our domestic staff. Still, I shall miss him. There was a man who knew how to brew a good cup of tea.
Author: Gail CarrigerA woman, even a married woman, cannot float without proper escort. It is simply not done.
Author: Gail CarrigerFact. Of course, she always went and spoiled the appeal by opening her mouth. In his humble experience, the world had yet to produce a more vexingly verbose female.
Author: Gail CarrigerThe duke contents himself mainly with attempting to rule the world and other suchlike nonsense. When one is guiding the patterns of the social universe, a single spinster preternatural is unlikely to cause one undue distress.
Author: Gail CarrigerAlexia gave in to his demanding touch, but only, of course, because he sounded so pathetic. It had nothing, whatsoever to do with her own quickening heartbeat.
Author: Gail CarrigerShe had to give her teachers credit: they were right to insist all pupils carry scissors, handkerchiefs, perfume and hair ribbons at all times. At some point she’d learn why they also required a red lace doily and a lemon
Author: Gail CarrigerGreat, Alexia thought, I have gone from soul sucker to electrical ground. The epithets just get sweeter and sweeter.
Author: Gail CarrigerHe has been mad for you these many months, ever since you prodded him in the nether regions with a hedgehog.
Author: Gail CarrigerAcknowledgements With grateful thanks to the three least-appreciated and hardest-working proselytizers of the written word: independent bookstores, librarians, and teachers.
Author: Gail CarrigerShe poked him in the center of his chest with two fingers to punctuate her words. “You are an unfeeling”—poke —“traitorous”—poke—“mistrusting”—poke—“rude”—poke —“booby!” Every poke turned him mortal, but Lord Maccon didn’t seem to mind it in the least. Instead he grabbed the hand that poked him and brought it to his lips. “You put it very well, my love.
Author: Gail CarrigerWhich was why, some six hours later, Alexia Maccon’s daughter was born inside the head of an octomaton in the presence of her husband, a comatose werewolf dandy, and a French inventor.
Author: Gail CarrigerSomeone was trying to kill Lady Alexia Maccon. It was most inconvenient, as she was in a dreadful hurry. Given her previous familiarity with near-death experiences and their comparative frequency with regards to her good self, Alexia should probably have allowed extra time for such a predictable happenstance.
Author: Gail CarrigerScotsmen, she had occasion to observe, often did have nice knees. Perhaps that was why they insisted upon kilts.
Author: Gail CarrigerPast persons of Scottishness in contact with mastermind of supernatural persuasion in London, aka Agent Doom.’ Floote moved on to the third bit of paper. “ ‘Lady K says Agent Doom assisted depraved Plan of Action. May have all been his idea.’ Moving on to the last one, he read out, “Summer permits Scots to expose more knee than lady of refinement should have to withstand. Hairmuffs much admired. Yours etc., Puff Bonnet.
Author: Gail CarrigerIt was a constant source of amazement to Alexia that the only thing she had ever done in her entire life that pleased her mama was marry a werewolf.
Author: Gail CarrigerSpin the parasol three times and repeat after me: I shield in the name of fashion. I accessorize for one and all. Pursuit of truth is my passion. This I vow by the great parasol.
Author: Gail CarrigerWhat if all those strange and unexplainable bends in history were the result of supernatural interference? At which point I asked myself, what’s the weirdest most eccentric historical phenomenon of them all? Answer:the Great British Empire. Clearly, one tiny little island could only conquer half the known world with supernatural aid. Those absurd Victorian manners and ridiculous fashions were obviously dictated by vampires. And, without a doubt, the British army regimental system functions on werewolf pack dynamics.
Author: Gail CarrigerShe boasted the general battle-ax demeanor of an especially strict governess. This was the kind of woman who took her tea black, smoked cigars after midnight, played a mean game of cribbage, and kept a bevy of repulsive little dogs. Alexia liked her immediately.
Author: Gail CarrigerShe took a moment to lament her lack of parasol. Every time she left the house, she felt keenly the absence of her heretofore ubiquitous accessory.
Author: Gail CarrigerShe was no closer to determining who might want her dead. There were just too many possibilities.
Author: Gail CarrigerIvy waved her wet handkerchief, as much as to say ‘words cannot possibly articulate my profound distress’. Then, because Ivy never settled for meaningful gestures when verbal embellishments could compound the effect, she said, “Words cannot possibly articulate my profound distress.
Author: Gail CarrigerHe … boasted an unassuming mustache, which was perched atop his upper lip cautiously, as though it were slightly embarrassed to be there and would like to slide away and become a sideburn or something more fashionable.
Author: Gail CarrigerStop playing verbal games with me, madam, or I shall go out into that ballroom, find your mother, and bring her here.
Author: Gail CarrigerI may be a werewolf and Scottish, but despite what you may have read about both, we are not cads!
Author: Gail CarrigerYou do realise modern social mores exist for a reason? I was hungry, allowances should be made.
Author: Gail CarrigerHighland werewolves had a reputation for doing atrocious and highly unwarranted *things*, like wearing smoking jackets to the dinner table.
Author: Gail CarrigerThe ill-informed masses included her own family among their ranks, a family that specialized in being both inconvenient and asinine.
Author: Gail CarrigerThe vampire’s eyes were open, and he was staring at her intently. It was as though he were trying to speak to her with simply the power of a glare.
Alexia did not speak glare-ish.
Alexia figured, delightedly, that this meant he did, in fact, tend to traipse around his private apartments in the altogether. Marriage was becoming more and more of an attractive prospect.
Author: Gail CarrigerShe filed the image away as an excellent and insulting question to ask the earl at an utterly inappropriate future moment.
Author: Gail CarrigerHe is clearly bookish. I did not follow a single word of their conversation at dinner last night, not one jot of it. He must be bookish.
Author: Gail CarrigerLord Maccon was built like a brick outhouse, with opinions twice as unmoving and often equally full of crap.
Author: Gail CarrigerMiss Tarabotti was not one of life’s milk-water misses–in fact, quite the opposite. Many a gentleman had likened his first meeting with her to downing a very strong cognac when one was expecting to imbibe fruit juice–that is to say, startling and apt to leave one with a distinct burning sensation.
Author: Gail Carriger